Cry aloud, spare not, lift up thy voice like a trumpet, and shew my people their transgression, and the house of Jacob their sins. Isaiah 58:1
WILL YOU BE A WHISTLEBLOWER? WILL YOU BE A SON OF THUNDER?
Part One
The morning of Memorial Day, Monday, May 31, 2004, I sat on the side of my bed. The entire night had been fitful. I was exhausted. A magazine cover caught my eye. I picked it up. It opened to a page with a photo of a young woman standing in front of an institutional type red brick building; her profile was stark, disturbed and forlorn. To my horror, the article was about 76 children that had been abused by priests over four decades. I sat in sickened silence. staring at the bleak figure framed by the hard red bricks.
The LORD spoke to me and said, “I need you to get a whistle”.
“But I don’t have a whistle, LORD. Where will I get one?”
“Ask your husband.” the LORD replied.
I heard my husband heading out the door for work and shouted at him, “Hey, I need a whistle! Do you have one? ”
“Yes, I do. I will leave it on the kitchen counter for you,” his voice echoed back down the hall.
The whistle lying on the counter was silver. When I picked it up the florescent kitchen light flashed against the metal. It read: The ACME Thunderer MADE IN ENGLAND. Then the LORD said,
“I want you to blow the whistle on all the child molesters and pedophiles. I want you to do it today.” I picked up the whistle and headed out the door.
The LORD directed me to a particular crossroads. I did not know it at that time but later learned that it is the logistic center of the county. A dilapidated cinder block building stood where a once thriving filling station had been. After parking the car I had to wait for the traffic to clear. Other than the old station, the crossroads bordered woods and open fields. There was a man across from the old station out in a field feeding his goats. He looked up once or twice when traffic passed.
The LORD had instructed me to stand in the center of the crossroads to blow the whistle.
I prayed, “LORD, please clear the way for me to do this.” As soon as the traffic cleared I walked to the center of the crossroads.
For some reason, my gaze was southward and then upward toward the heavens. I remember looking down at the ground. I remembered the red brick building. I remembered the stark young woman. I gripped the whistle in my right hand.
As I stood there praying a deep unspeakable anguish overtook my heart. I could hear the cries of innocents; the muffled screams of little children.
“Save the children, Father God. Save the children! Save them out of the hands of the wicked wherever they are LORD! Only YOU can do it! Let this whistle be heard in heaven and in the earth in JESUS NAME. Breakthrough for the children, LORD! Breakthrough!” I could not stop blowing the whistle. I could not stop the river of tears streaming down my face.
Miraculously no traffic interrupted that time of prayer.
About thirty days later I received an unexpected call from a close friend.
“You won’t believe what happened!” she said. “You know that crossroads where the LORD told you to blow that whistle? Well! What you don’t know is this! Listen, within walking distance of that crossroads where you were the SBI and the local authorities busted a child pornography ring. The man was sentenced to prison!”
His last name was the name of the crossroads and the old store where I had parked.
October 5, 2016; I was walking one morning when the LORD spoke to me suddenly again.
“I hate Chemosh! I hate Chemosh!” At the moment that the LORD spoke this to me I saw a chariot of fire in the heavens and I felt the fury of the LORD. I hurried home to search out who this was.
Chemosh was the pagan god of child molesting worshiped alongside Molech the god of child sacrifice. When Solomon was King because his heart was turned away from the LORD by pagan wives (unholy alliances), he began to build pagan temples. He built temples to both Chemosh and to Molech. The mountain where the Israelites sacrificed their children was named The Mount of Corruption or literally, The Mount of Offense or Desecration. These sins were not just being committed by the outlying pagans. These sins against children were being committed by God’s own people.
The scripture says that when King Josiah cleansed the Temple he also destroyed these pagan idolatrous sites. Josiah had to start in GOD’s House FIRST.
And he brought out the grove from the house of the LORD, without Jerusalem, unto the brook Kidron, and burned it at the brook Kidron, and stamped it small to powder, and cast the powder thereof upon the graves of the children of the people. 2 Kings 23:6
Please note: Josiah cast the powder upon the graves of the “children” of the people.
And the high places that were before Jerusalem, which were on the right hand of the mount of corruption, which Solomon the king of Israel had builded for Ashtoreth the abomination of the Zidonians, and for Chemosh the abomination of the Moabites, and for Milcom the abomination of the children of Ammon, did the king defile. 2 Kings 23:13
JESUS said:
Take heed that ye despise not one of these little ones; for I say unto you, That in heaven their angels do always behold the face of my Father which is in heaven. Matthew 18:10